Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 31666 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 158(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31666 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 158(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
She looked at him. Did she want him to stop? Or to continue? She loved the feel of his hand at her waist.
Pressing her lips together, she waited and couldn’t help but stare at his mouth. Was he going to kiss her? Had he spent any time today thinking about their kiss? Did he even care for their kiss? She nibbled her lip, and he groaned. With his other hand, he cupped her cheek and then using his thumb, he pulled on her chin.
“Don’t bite that lip,” he said.
“Sorry.”
“Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?”
She shook her head and didn’t know if it made her sound immature to not even know what she did to him. In answer, he thrust his pelvis against her, and then she felt the hard ridge of his cock and knew exactly what she was doing to him. She couldn’t help but gasp.
“You drive me crazy, baby,” he said. He sunk one of his hands into the back of her head, and then gripped her neck, tilting her head back.
Putting her hands on his chest, he slammed his lips down on hers, and Morgan struggled to even think. She whimpered his name, hungry for him, and suddenly she was lifted and placed on top of the air hockey table. She let out a gasp as he pressed his lips to her neck and then began to move back toward her lips. This time, he traced her lips before sliding his tongue between her mouth. She didn’t fight him. It felt so good. She didn’t want him to stop.
He broke the kiss again, and his lips trailed back toward her neck, and then he sucked on the flesh right above her pulse. She closed her eyes, feeling her body light up. There was a pulse between her thighs, and she was so aroused. She wanted to feel his hand against her.
Put it there.
Morgan didn’t know what she was doing, but she had seen something like this in movies, and rather than fight the impulse, she went with it. Gripping his hand, she pressed his palm between her thighs. The fabric of the dress was in the way, and so too were her panties, but her intention was there.
Carver didn’t say a word. Neither did she.
He stopped kissing her to stare into her eyes, and then he moved her dress out of the way as he slid his hand toward her knee. This time, he moved up, going toward the inside of her thigh and traveling up. When he touched her pussy, she gasped. Her panties were still in the way. She should have known Carver would take care of them quickly. He tore them right off her body, and she let out a little yelp as he did, but now his naked palm was against her pussy, and she didn’t want him to stop.
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Carver refused to be jealous of Andy spending time with his wife, especially as he’d been the one to tell the other man to do exactly that, and he was only following orders. His orders.
Now, though, alone with Morgan, touching her naked pussy, he was pleased he intervened when he did.
He’d been tempted to allow her to keep playing until she got too tired. He’d not wanted to waste another moment, and he had every intention of playing with her. She had no reason to worry.
The men and women who worked at his home were trained. They all could handle themselves. They were here because they chose to be here. None of them wanted to go back out into the world; they were more than happy to live in his home, working for him. They all had their own lives, and they had proven themselves more than once.
“Please,” she said.
He knew Morgan didn’t even know what she was begging for. But he knew what he was going to give her, and it wasn’t going to be in the damn game room. Removing his hand, he didn’t give her the chance to protest as he lifted her over his shoulder.
“Carver, what are you doing? I can walk.”
He wasn’t going to allow her to walk. Hiking her up on his shoulder, he loved that little squeal that escaped her as he carried her out of the game room, down the long corridor, toward the stairs. He wasn’t going to her bedroom but instead taking her to his room.
He kicked the door open and then lowered her to her feet. She let out a gasp, and she glared at him, but that soon disappeared as she glanced around. Her curiosity took over from her annoyance at being carried upstairs.
He adored her irritation and even her annoyance. They were beautiful to watch.
“I can … walk,” she said.
“I know, but I wanted to get up here quickly and didn’t want to argue about what room we’re in.”